Chapter 126 Shopping 3
Queenie was wearing a black robe with a high collar, looking like a nun from a black and white movie from the last century.
Butch was pulling at his golden long skirt that was almost dragging on the ground. It was said that the skirt was called Shining Starry Sky and was the most expensive dress in the store. He looked like a palace maid who had stolen her master's clothes.
Nicola and Esther dressed like Elvis Presley fans, in leather jackets and rivet-studded trousers.
Hayat came out of the dressing room carrying clothes, but she was not wearing any.
Zhang Wei felt that if they really dressed like this to attend a retro nostalgic style dance party, they would be laughed at.
Wait, could this be their conspiracy? Zhang Wei felt that she might be overthinking it. She was indeed quite cautious.
But there is no way she would wear these clothes. Otherwise, she might as well wear Hanfu. Who can say that the clothes she wears are not retro?
In the end, no one bought any clothes. Zhang Wei saw a small lace fan with a palace style and thought it was pretty, so she bought it. It was the only purchase made by the twelve of them in the store.
Then they sat down in the coffee shop on the corner. It was the same waitress again. Before Zhang Wei and the others could say anything, she said:
"Got it! We all want hot milk, right?"
Then everyone sat in the cafe drinking hot milk with a gloomy look on their faces.
Zhang Wei felt that she should provide them with some ideas:
"If it's retro, it doesn't say what era it's from. Why are you only thinking about the 1970s and 1980s?"
"Isn't it okay with the Elizabethan period? I think we could try a court dress!"
Tracy, in particular, would definitely be a good fit.
At this time, everyone looked at Zhang Wei, and Zhang Wei continued:
"Can they say that palace dresses are not retro? Hayat, you can wear British palace dresses, Alia can wear traditional Indian clothes, and I can wear Chinese ancient costumes!"
She is guaranteed to be gorgeous and powerful. Her temperament is definitely well-managed. After all, they have a real princess, so at most she will just have to serve as a foil.
Then, starting with Alia, everyone raised their hands to vote: "Yes!" "Yes," "Yes."
It seemed that since some time ago, they had quietly formed a method of voting by raising their hands to solve collective problems.
Now that everyone has figured out a solution, the rest is for everyone to prepare for it.
Zhang Wei is also busy. She doesn't have any ancient costumes, not even a cheongsam, let alone Hanfu. Moreover, Hanfu is not very popular in China now.
Fortunately, she was not far from Chinatown in Westminster, so she asked the driver to take her directly there.
The Chinatown here is not much different from the Chinatown in New York City. Zhang Wei remembered that there was a tailor shop in New York City. Sure enough, she found a small shop after searching for a while. There was only an old man wearing glasses cutting cloth.
Zhang Wei went in and took a look around. All the clothes were cheongsams. With her flat figure, there was probably nothing ready-made that could fit her.
"Hello, can we expedite the ordering of clothes here?" Zhang Wei asked in Chinese.
"What's the rush? How can you rush to get clothes?" The old man said slowly in Mandarin with a Wu dialect without even raising his eyelids.
"Master, I have to wear traditional Chinese clothes to attend an event tomorrow. Can you help me?"
"Tomorrow definitely won't work. How can it be that fast?"
Zhang Wei also felt that this was unlikely, so she looked through the ready-made clothes hanging in his shop to see if there was anything she could wear. She felt that the cheongsams were not suitable, so she saw a plain cross-collared short jacket. Wouldn't that be a perfect match for a horse-faced skirt?
She quickly pointed at the short coat and asked, "Is that for sale?"
"Your clothes are too big," the old man said after taking a glance.
That means it's sold. Don't worry if it's too big, it won't be noticeable if you tie it inside your skirt.
Zhang Wei recalled that the method of making the horse-face skirt she had seen in a short video before didn't seem very complicated. She just needed to pin pleats on both sides of the fabric, iron it, sew on the straps and tie it up to make a simple horse-face skirt.
"Master, can you make a horse-face skirt?" Zhang Wei asked tentatively.
The old man smiled and said: "It's strange, a little girl in a foreign country asked me if I could make a horse-faced skirt."
"I know everything. I've been making clothes all my life. What's there that I don't know? It's too late to tell you."
"Make a simple one, not a complete set, just to match that dress. Can you please do me a favor?" Zhang Wei looked at him pleadingly.
"Oh, just make a skirt? Will it be convenient to wear out this way?" The old man looked at the short jacket hesitantly. He certainly didn't know that twenty years later people would wear shirts with horse-faced skirts.
"It looks good, don't worry!" Zhang Wei saw that he was relaxed and immediately went to look at the fabric. She still wanted to choose bright-colored clothes because she didn't want to be a princess's maid.
Finally, she chose a piece of bright red pearlescent satin with a golden swastika pattern on it, which was perfect for the hem of the skirt.
The old man confirmed with her: "This is the material for making Tang suits for the elderly. Do you really want to choose this?"
"That's all, please!" Zhang Wei thanked him solemnly.
"If you say it's okay, then it's fine. Customers are our priority, but the price can't be lowered!"
"I'll pay now, I'll pay now!"
Zhang Wei thought the old man was quite cute. He had just been saying he couldn't do it, but now he said customers are the top priority. It seemed that businessmen's principles were quite flexible.
The total cost of labor and fabric was two hundred pounds. Zhang Wei was going to pay the full amount, but unexpectedly the old man insisted on only accepting a deposit of fifty pounds and agreed to come and pick it up tomorrow morning.
Since it was a masquerade, some cosmetics would probably be needed. Zhang Wei also went to a nearby beauty store to buy some cosmetics, and finally completed most of the task.
Zhang Wei finally understood why everyone in European and American dramas prepared for various dances so seriously. In the past, when watching people on TV, it seemed that they were just playing house and there was no need to take it so seriously. Now he realized that although they knew it was just playing house, they still couldn't lose face.
Therefore, Zhang Wei’s most profound experience as a recipient of the Devon King Scholarship is that the school puts you on the wall, forcing you to do your best to be perfect. After all, no one wants to fall off the platform in public.
Although this process was very tiring, Zhang Wei gradually felt a little bit of fun. This process actually helped Zhang Wei rebuild his self-confidence.
Everything Devon knew since receiving the King's Scholarship told Zhang Wei: You are excellent, you can be even better, you can always remain excellent, you are completely different from others, and excellent people should enjoy privileges.
This is completely different from education in China. China has always advocated treating everyone equally. There are no students who cannot be taught, only teachers who cannot teach.
Perhaps this is the most realistic aspect of elite education abroad, allowing children to understand the law of survival of the fittest earlier.
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